Thinking about quitting.
Giving up.
Wishing it was in exchange of you giving in.

Walking down a liquid road,
swirls bounce around the air,
twisting and distorting the things
I should really care about but no longer see

Since 16 there has only been you.
I swear.
I swear!
Not that you care.
Now that your that grossed out
and squeezing the hand of your lover for support
I'll take a walk off my apartment building.

A walk from the roof and into the air that made me see
what I wanted.

The candy that lined the streets of sludge.
I would sneak mouthfuls around every corner when the Mrs. wasn't around

I'm tired sweetie.
I'm really through. Not to stir anything up (which this won't) This is the end.

"Sean were going to a party."

Theres a chance she's there?
I'm equipped for this
I've been planning since 16

08/28/2008

Posted on 08/29/2008
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